Noah obligingly turns over and leans halfway off the bed, pawing around underneath until his fingers touch the corner of the box. He hauls it up and plunks it into the space Jamie's made for it and then settles on his knees, leaning forward to check out the contents.

Blinking at the array of colorful insertables, he says, "...Huh."

The shapes are interesting, a lot of unexpected... bulges and ridges. One of them, from a certain angle, looks like the insides of a lava lamp gone rogue. Noah's trying to picture using any of them and he can't help it, he laughs.